The Freedman And The Pharaoh's Staff - Plot & Excerpts
Don’t these arschlöcher have any washing machines! He’d spent hours looking for a German inn, to find Der Freundliche Ausländer or "The Friendly Foreigner,” was maintained like a poor man’s house. Its bare, empty rooms smelled like moldy feet. Parts of the wooden walls were rotten to the core. How had the Grand Dragon survived? Zelig hit him. He never missed. The Führer warned him of Verdiss’s strength, but how could he be immune to bullets? He wasn’t a Super Soldat. They didn’t exist yet. Worse, Zelig failed the Führer. He’d served the Chancellor with honor and distinction. His respect was all that mattered. Zelig’s gaze shifted from the decaying ceiling to his Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle leaning against the wall in a corner. A Russian rifle, equipped with a black spotter scope, well respected for its ruggedness, reliability, and accuracy. His commanding officer gave it to him after the Battle of Stalingrad. Good thing, too, since his Gewehr 41 carbine was in bad shape.
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